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The sky looks beautiful decorated with soft fluffy clouds,
All the trees are dancing with the soft breeze passing by,
The birds sound so happy singing their favourite melody,
With a flowery chinese hand fan on my right hand,
I move my wrist, making myself comfortable,
It felt much better when the soft breeze pass by me and my eyes are getting heavier and heavier with every second pass by,
And there I fall asleep,
In my rocking chair by the veranda.